We're "Camping"!

Well, it's nothing like how I camped as a kid, but the creature comforts certainly don't hurt. We haven't had great internet (of course, we're camping!) and today we leave the only known connection we will have. So I will post a list of what we've done so far for your viewing pleasure. I'll try pix on next post.
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Day One:
Leave home at 5am. Drive to Bishop and Brown’s Millpond Campground. Stop in Lone Pine for a walk at the foot of Mt. Whitney (N. America’s highest peak). After much searching for the site down winding roads, we find an oasis nestled into the hillside. The winds turn gale force at times, and it alternates between thin sunshine and horizontal rain. Clare befriends a two-year-old girl named Katie, and they search for sticks for their “stash pile” and cross the bridge over the small creek repeatedly. Dogs love watching the leghorns and Rhode Island Reds foraging in the scruff.
Dinner: Chicken Breast with lemon and steamed broccoli with brown rice.

Day Two:
Drive to Mono Lake to see tufas. The wind was icy and the lake appeared to be a light cornflower blue as it reflected the sky. Unimpressive from the highway, Mono was stunning up close, with vertical tufas rising up 12-15 feet in the air. The dogs enjoyed chasing the protein flies and cavorting in the breeze.
Drive to Tahoe. Stopped in Bridgeport for giant burritos. Scaled Monitor Pass (8000+ feet high) with Mom clinging to the “oh shit” handles of the rig. No guardrails and sheer cliff drops!!
Stay at Zephyr Cove RV Park. Walk to Zephyr Beach to see the Miss Dixie Boat and watch sunset.
Dinner: Chicken Breast with Marinara Sauce, Provolone and Noodles

Day Three: Breakfast at the Zephyr Cove Restaurant across the street. Lisa tries Eggs Benedict with hangar steak for the first time. Tom and Clare load up on pancakes. Drive around entire Lake Tahoe, looking for a park or place to get out with dogs. No DICE!! Finally find Laytin Park on the North West shore near Tahoe City. Lunch there, with Mom serving towering sandwiches. Tom and Clare at stocked trout pond. Whack-a-fish adventure goes like this: Get dirty rag, hook puller, cracked bucket, fish whacker rod, and mystery bait ball. Lower bait into shallow pond. Instantly pull up fish. Put said fish on stone bench. Whack repeatedly until dead. Do not mind eyeball falling out. Repeat. Take two whacked fish to man with one tooth. Ask him if he’s sure Willie Nelson fishes this way. Ask him to gut fish. Decline offer of guts for “soup”. Leave big tip just to get the hell out of there. Answer repeated questions from Clare about fish brains, eyeballs, and why eating said fish would not be a good idea. ☹ Dad grills hamburgers (in the rain) instead. We soothe our consciences at the Zephyr Cove Restaurant with ultimate s’mores and hot chocolate.
Dinner: Campfire cheeseburgers, asparagus

Day Four: Leave for Grass Valley via Truckee and Donner Pass.